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I'll Dug It
06:28
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It all started mid September
With trees pulled back fiercely blown,
The kid's first day in the city
For which such wind is know,
The tallest mountains in Chicago
Made by boxes that he stacked,
Thick roots grew 'round the fencing
Outside his uptown flat,
Just hours after landing,
Not yet to start unpack,
He set out to a music house
He passed on Broadway Ave
And the band played:
"My lip up, skip it on by, I'll dug it,"
And the band played:
"I'll skip in on by, the by, the by, the by, the by, the by..."
The band played.
Oh how she stood there glowing
Under the neon lights,
A gold relief crept 'round her shoulder,
A second drink well in her sights,
With her ears on the music and her eyes on the crowd
Her mouth spoke soft,
But her clothes she wore loud
And the band played:
"My lip up, skip it on by, I'll dug it,"
And the band played:
"I'll skip in on by, the by, the by, the by, the by,
the by, the by, the by, the by..."
The band played.
The night before her friends had left,
Just two days before she,
They all had jobs in another town,
A year there they would be,
After a week back west,
Her last night to have,
She spent it at a music house
She passed on Broadway Ave
And they danced and they danced,
The walls shook and the floor drank,
The crowd collapsed like the music in their heads,
Her back seat became an eager bed,
The next day they both left,
A year till she'd be back,
He was left unpacking,
His mind on last nights track,
And the band played,
And the band played,
And the band played,
And the band played.
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Grim Sport
02:25
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And the rain fell down the car,
Silly rain, down the car,
It wept on, charming what a storm,
Hands shake, humming engine warm,
Shaky hands, branch torn,
Heavy foot choked the pedal to the floor,
Poor pedal choked down to the floor,
The window cracked open the rain too sprayed free,
Whispering at your heals, "the lake sets you free,"
Ignorant of the scene cars parted and let be,
Foolish cars, if only they could see,
Her car skidded across the court to the dock and,
Next day's paper read short:
"Dock Aids in Grim Sport."
Kind dock, grim sport
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Not Me
02:25
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Let all your worries melt away,
You might have worries but not today,
You'll find a way,
You'll find another way out of the churning pool,
So delightfully cool,
Your hearing is to fool you, see it sneering,
Who'll be there when you're sad,
A cooling presence when mad,
Not me
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The Silver Hour
05:26
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Take me to the silver hour,
Where moonlight pours her gilding shower,
Falling high through glowing towers,
If I could love it would be (there)
There you'd see,
My words make sense to her but here they'd be
Just pawns to find the silver hour's key
Five o'clock after music lost it's stock
Bathe in silence feel her heartbeat knock
At the windowpane where moonbeams flock
See her face reflect with harbor docks
Like rows of teeth for grinning fools
The city's pools that lightly mock
Naive young love while kissing caught
If a dream, the dreamer I am not
Take me to the silver hour,
Where moonlight pours her gilding shower,
Falling hight through glowing towers,
If I could love it would be there
There you'd see,
My words make sense to her but here they'd be
Just pawns to find the silver hour's key,
If I could love it would be there
Take me to the silver hour,
If you ask she knows how long the dream will last
Before she sends you back
Should I stay if she sends me back?
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